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The day was grueling, on and on he ran from the stove to dive through window like a mad man screaming into his headset.
“Welcome to Crusty Case, can I take your order?”
He was a one man band as the whole restaurant crew came down with chronic diarrhea due to gas-stations salad dressing. Casohs hand flew over the burger table like fried fish at a potluck.
“SHUT UP I TOLD YALL THE ICE CREAM MACHINE BROKE ALREADY-”
The speaker fizzled in his ear as he tossed a few bags through the open window and his voice immediately changing
“Bye yall have a beautiful day, come again.”
CaseOh stared at the clock on the other side of the kitchen- he had three more hours until close and the drive through line already wrapped around the side of the building.
“Oh my GAWD-” He clicked his headset on-” Welcome to Crusty Case, can I take your order?”
A deep, gruff voice answered back.
“Yeah ill have large curly fries, a patty melt.. And a chocolate shake.”
Caseoh sighed. “We don't serve atty melts here.”
“Its number 6 its right on the fuckin menu.” He sounded like a boulder. Like if a boulder could talk.
“I swear to god that's not a patty melt. You gotta say the name.” If he was stuck here for another three hours plus cleaning what's the hurry.
“It's a…a-” The man hesitated, but damn did his voice ring like a choir of bus angles for CaseOH.
“You gotta say it!!’”
“Get me a .. cheezy melty patty squeezy…”
“Alright, that's a large curly fries, a chocolate shake and the patty melt?”
“YOU can say Patty Melt but I can't!?!?!” At this point the man sounded like he was half hanging out his door window.
“I WORK HERE I know what it is!”
“Bullshit you just wanted me to say it!” And maybe he did.
“You gotta order PROPERLY and your total is 10.99! Pay at the WINDUH!” He clicked the button to shut it off and started prepping more patties. He deserved 3 months leave for dealing with this shit. And now this man is going to drive up and probably yell at him for no good reason.
He finished packing up the order with the drink and walked right up to the window, sliding the door open.
“Hey man that'll be 10.99” And his eyes looked up to see HIM.
That jawline, impeccable scruffy face. That greasy short messy hair. Those tired eyes like a mall security guard. And his arm.. Leaned out the window like an old fashioned trucker, his biceps was at least the size of a supper ultimate burrito from the Mexican place down the street. And those things were fucking huge.
This guy looked angry .
“I know,” he growled and held his card out in between his fingers.
Case looked down at the bag in his hands, then up at the guy, then at the card. Then at him.
“UHm, sir can you gimme a second that those fries are still in the oven.” The fries were very much already in the bag.
“You put fries in the OVEN?”
“UH YEAH. who wouldn't??” He cracked the bag more in his hand glancing around.
“Just charge me already I'm starving alright?”
“Why do you work the night shift or something?” CaseOh said as he started making a second unnecessary chocolate milkshake.
“You could say something like that.” He glared at CaseOh.
CaseOh finally snatched the card up and charged it. Very reluctantly handing it back over.
“Best you got a bunch of people you're providing for?” He looked up at this guy in his giant ass truck and his giant ass biceps.
“...” This guy raised an eyebrow. “ No.”
“SO is there Uhm IS THERE- is there a Missus cheezy melty patty squeezy?.”
They stared at each other, CaseOh batting his eyelashes.
Chris Blushed. Bad.
“JUST GIMME MY DAYMN FOOD.”
“ OKAY GEEZ-”
The man grabbed his bag in a swing at him. He started closing up his window but he stopped halfway. “It's Redfield. Chris.”
“Your last name is fuckin Chris??”
He aint ever seen a man drive away so fast. And Mr Redfield was back the next day.